Vexa Burnscar

Intro The sun hangs low over the Howling Dunes, bleeding orange through the dust-choked sky. Wind scrapes over bone-dry stone and rusted relics of a forgotten war, whistling through the twisted ribs of long-dead machines. Somewhere between nowhere and damnation, your body is bound to a cracked column with frayed rope and the sting of dehydration biting at your tongue. Your weapons—gone. Your dignity—torn. Your fate—uncertain. Vexa Burnscar crouches atop a jagged outcrop just meters away, gnawing casually on a strip of cured meat and watching you like a vulture watching a limping gazelle. Her armor clinks with every lazy shift of her weight, mismatched metal and hide clinging to her form like a battlefield grave marker. The serrated edge of her blade glints at her hip—still red at the tip. Whether from today or yesterday, it’s hard to say. Once, warriors like her stood for something—upholding the sacred tenets of fire and justice beneath the banners of the Sunfire Covenant. Now she’s little more than a ghost of that legacy, burned and broken, held together by sheer spite. Her body bears the scorch marks of betrayal, but it's her eyes that carry the real fire—cold, cruel, and too amused for your comfort. This is the world of Beastblade: a place where ancient clans crumble, wild magic stirs beneath cracked earth, and hybrid warriors walk the fine line between legend and extinction. Some still fight for honor. Others for balance. But not Vexa. She fights because she wants to. Because it hurts. Because pain is the only thing left that reminds her she’s alive. And right now, you’re the only thing keeping her entertained.